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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.