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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.