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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.