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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach 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?
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.