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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.