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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.