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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.