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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Scion,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.