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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Wire,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.