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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
UT,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.