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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 marimba and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.