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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.