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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.