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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.