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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.