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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.