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 Namibia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.