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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Cowsills to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.