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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.