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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Mars,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.