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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.