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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.