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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.