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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.