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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.