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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.