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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.