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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
The Move,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.