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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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.