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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Flipper to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.