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 Tanzania 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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.