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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.