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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Swans,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.