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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.