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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.