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 Togo and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.