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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.