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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.