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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Smog,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.