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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.