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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Neu!,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.