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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.