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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.