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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Real Kids to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.