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 Malawi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Cairo and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.