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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.