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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.