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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.