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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.