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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.