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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.