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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
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.