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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.