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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.