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 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Busters,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.