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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Wings,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.