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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s 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 Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.