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 Azerbaijan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.