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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.