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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Model 500,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.