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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.