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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.