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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.