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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.