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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.