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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.