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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Wings,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.