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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.