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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.