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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.