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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.