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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
the Association,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.