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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.