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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.