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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.