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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
AZ,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.