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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.