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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
The Victims,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
AZ,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.