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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Brick,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.