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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.