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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Wings,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.