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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.