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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.