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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.