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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.