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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.