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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.