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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
The Index,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.