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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.