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 Panama and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s 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 Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.