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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Crime to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Franke,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.