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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.