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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Faust,
MC5,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.