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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.