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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.