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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.