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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Qualms 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.