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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Josef K,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.