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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 organ 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.