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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.