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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.