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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.