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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the grime 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.