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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Roxette,
The Doors,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.