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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.