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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Can,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.