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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Deakin,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.