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 London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.