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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.