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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.