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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 10cc to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.