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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.