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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Brick,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.