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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.