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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.