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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.