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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Unwound,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.