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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 CMW 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.