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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.