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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.