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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.