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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Gong,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Erasure,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.