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 Kuwait 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.