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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.