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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.