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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
X-102,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Can,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.