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 Ghana and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.