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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Magma,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.