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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.