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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Associates to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.