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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.