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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.