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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.