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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.