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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.