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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.