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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Brick,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.