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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
cv313,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.