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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.