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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.