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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gap Band to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.