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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Shoche,
ABBA,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
ABC,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.