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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.