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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
New Order,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.