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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.