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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.