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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 oboe 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.