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 Burkina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.