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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.