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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Patti Smith 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.