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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.