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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.