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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.