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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.