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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.