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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.