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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.