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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.