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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.