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 Niger 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.