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 Samoa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.