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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
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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.