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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.