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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Can,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.