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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.