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 Libya 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Technova,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.