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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.