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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.