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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.