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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 rhodes 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.