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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.