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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.