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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.