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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.