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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.