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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.