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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 Association to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Index,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.