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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.