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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.