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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.