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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.