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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.