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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.