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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.