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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.