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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.