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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.