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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.