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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.