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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.