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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
AZ,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.