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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 theremin 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Gong,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.