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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.