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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.