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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.