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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Nas,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.