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 Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.