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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.