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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Mars,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Q65,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real 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.