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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.