Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.