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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.