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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
MDC,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.