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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Human League 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.