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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.