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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Ossler,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.