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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Nas,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.