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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.