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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.