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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.