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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.