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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Franke,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.