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 Spain 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.