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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.