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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.