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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.