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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.