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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Can,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Unwound,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.