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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.