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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.