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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.