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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.