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 Estonia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.