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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.