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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.