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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
Mars,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.