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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.