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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.