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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.