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 Albania 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.