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 Belgium and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.