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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.