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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.