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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.