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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.