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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
Quantec,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.