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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.