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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
PIL,
Model 500,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.