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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.