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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
the Association,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.