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 Tanzania 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.