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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.