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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Faust,
Can,
Visage,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.