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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Can,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.