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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
The Names,
The Invisible,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.