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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
New Order,
The Sound,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.