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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.