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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
The Names,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.