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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.