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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.