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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.