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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.