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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.