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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.