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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.