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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Scion,
The Evens,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.