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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Organ,
Wings,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.