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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.