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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 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?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Scion,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.