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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.