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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the rap 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.