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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.