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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.