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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.