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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Organ,
Wire,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.