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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.