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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.