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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.