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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Porter Ricks to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Monks,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Can, Can, Can, 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.