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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.