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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.