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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.