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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.