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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.