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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.