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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.