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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Franke,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.