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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.