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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.