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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.