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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.