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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.