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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Faust,
Whodini,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.