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 Singapore and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.