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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.