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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.