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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.