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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Inner City,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.