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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.