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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
CMW,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.