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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.