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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Gong,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.