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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.