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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Little Man,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.