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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.