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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Organ,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Hashim,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.