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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.