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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.