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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.