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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monks to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.