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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin 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 funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.