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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.