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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.