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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.