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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.