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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Fear,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.