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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.