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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 clarinet 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.