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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Can,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
X-102,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.