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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.