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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Visage,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
AZ,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.