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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.