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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.