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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.