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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.