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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.