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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.