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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.