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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Swans,
cv313,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
UT,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.