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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.