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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Model 500,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.