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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.