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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Suicide,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.