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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.