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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.