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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.