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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
10cc,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.