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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.