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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.