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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 Delhi and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Visage,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.