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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Aswad,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.