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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Nico,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.