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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.