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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.