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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Fear,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.