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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.