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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 spring reverb 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.