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 New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.