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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Qualms,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.