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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.