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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.