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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.