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 Antigua 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Mars,
The Sound,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.