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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.