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 Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.