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 Tanzania 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.