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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.