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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.