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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Japan,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.