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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.