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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.