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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.