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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.