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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.