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 Palau 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.