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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.