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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.