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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Can,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Pole,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.