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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.