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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Television,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.