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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Television,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.