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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.