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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Pole,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.