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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.