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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.