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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Japan,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.