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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.