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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.