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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.