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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
AZ,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.