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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.