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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Fear,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.