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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.