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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.