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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Japan to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.