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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Magma,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.