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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.