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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.