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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.