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 Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Scion,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.