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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s 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 Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.