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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
MC5,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
DNA,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.