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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
X-102,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.