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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.