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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
JFA,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.