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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.