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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.