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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.