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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.