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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
The Move,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.