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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.