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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.