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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.