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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Japan to the rap 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.