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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.