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 Iran and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Symarip,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.