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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.