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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.