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 Grenada and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.