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 Cape Verde 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Alarm Clocks 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.