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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Cymande,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.