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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Gong,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.