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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.