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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Almond to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Organ,
Yaz,
Model 500,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.