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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.