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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.