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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.