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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.