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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Suicide,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.