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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.