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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.