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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.