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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
June of 44,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.