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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.