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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Aswad,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Television,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.