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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.