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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.