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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.