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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.