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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Monks,
Ituana,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.