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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.