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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Japan,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.