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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots 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?
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.