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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Q65,
Organ,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.