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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.