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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Swans,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.