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 Latvia and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.