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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.