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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.