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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.