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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.