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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
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.