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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.