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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.