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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.