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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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?
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.