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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.