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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
the Germs,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.