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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.