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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.