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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.