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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.