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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.