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 Tonga and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.