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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.