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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.