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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.