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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Slave,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.