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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.