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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.