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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Smog,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.