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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.