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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.