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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.