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 Belarus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.