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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.