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 Niger 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.