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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.