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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.