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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.