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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
AZ,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.