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 Germany and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.