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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.