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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
the Association,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.