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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Smiths to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Unwound,
Hashim,
MDC,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Television,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.