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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.