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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.