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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
the Association,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.