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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.