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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.