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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.