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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.