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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.