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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.