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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.