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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.