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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.