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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.