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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.