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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.