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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.