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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.