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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.