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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.