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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.