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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.