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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.