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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
10cc,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Wire,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.