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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.