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 Albania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Monks,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.