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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Moody Blues 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.