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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.