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 Romania and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.