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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Pylon,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.