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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.