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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
X-101,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Index,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.