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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.