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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.