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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo 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?
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.