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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.