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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Ludus,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.