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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.