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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.