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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.