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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.