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 Guinea 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.