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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.