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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.