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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
DNA,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.