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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.