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 Peru 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.