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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong 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?
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.